Phan One shots

Train Station (Phil's pov)

I am meeting Dan. Today.

I shake my leg up and down at the red light, nervous for meeting Dan Howell.

Anxiety creeps through me. What if he bails on me? What if he decides I'm too ugly for him? What if he decides he hates me? What if I'm not good enough for him?

'What if's' swarm my mind like a beehive. I take a deep breath, calming myself down. In four seconds, out six seconds. Repeat.

The light turns green, and I zoom through and into the parking lot of the train station.

30 minutes early.

I go to the bathroom to check how I look. Fat. Ugly. I sweep my fringe to the side, trying to force those thoughts deep inside for the night.

Dan texts me.

Almost there! :DDDD

I smile excitedly, rushing out of the bathroom to a bench where other men and women wait for people coming to see them.

I can't wait!!!!! :)

I send the text back. Hopefully he doesn't think I'm weird for sending so many exclamation points. Shit, I look too needy. I wish you could delete texts.

I stand up and pace the large room, occasionally checking my phone.

Five minutes.

I answer Dan's text about him being nervous with a 'me too!!' and a comment about being excited.

Two minutes.

I go to the front door, checking on my car. Still there.

He should be here!

I'm here!!!!

Dan texts me. I stand at the entrance, searching for him. I slowly walk to the train.

I'm near the entrance!

I tell him.

I see you!!!

Dan replies quickly.

"PHIL!" I hear someone scream my name. It's Dan.

"DAN!" I yell and start running at him like he's doing to me.

I tackle him in a big bear hug, him clutching tightly. I'm sure people are staring, but I don't care. I'm with Dan, now.

"Let's get to my car," I grab his hand and we walk out, chatting about his train ride.

"And this weird woman started talking to me," Dan explains. I have zoned out, too busy staring at his face. "The light is green," I accelerated and fixed my eyes back in the road. "And she was saying how much I looked like her dog, Carl. I had no idea what to say. And she showed me a picture. Carl was this black dog, like a Labrador, or something. He looked nothing like me! I was so confused. And then, she took a picture of me so she could show her dog."

"Oh my god," I giggle.

"You're so cute when you laugh. Your tongue pokes out at the side," Dan sighed.

"Oh," I cover my mouth. I hate that thing. It was so weird and I really hate it.

"Don't cover it up, I love it," I look at a grinning Dan. "And you look really nice today, might I say."

"Thank you," I chuckle. "As do you, Mr. Howell."

Dan makes me happy, I realize. He stopped my bad thoughts about myself to make me feel good. I think he's a keeper.